If It's for My Daughter, I'd Even Defeat a Demon Lord: Volume 5

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-7183-1408-5
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 367 Seiten

Reihe: If It's for My Daughter, I'd Even Defeat a Demon Lord

Everything seems to be finally coming together for Latina and Dale. They live in a place where they feel like they belong, they're surrounded by people they love, and Dale has finally asked for Latina's hand in marriage.
Before long, though, the devil girl realizes what being the Eighth Demon Lord means: the other demon lords will stop at nothing to destroy her, and that will put everything she holds dear in peril as well. And to prevent that, Latina decides she must sacrifice herself.
However, as a first-rate hero and Latina's retainer, Dale won't let that happen, and he sets out to do what he must: eliminate the seven demon lords.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Chirolu

Weitere Mitwirkende

Kei

Warner, Matthew

Leseproben

“Huh?! Latina, do you know this guy?!”

“I-I’ve never seen him before!” Latina replied, but she jumped a bit when she heard his voice.

“”

Latina almost leapt up out of her chair as she looked at the man’s face, and her eyes soon grew wide and face pale. She squeezed out a trembling voice, unwittingly in a nostalgic tone, “”

“”

“”

“”

It was her friend’s voice that snapped Latina out of her conversation with the man.

“Latina?”

Latina looked taken aback as she looked at her friend’s face in response.

“Sylvia... Um, you see—” Latina said hesitantly, trying to smooth things over.

“” The foreign-looking man called out to her again. “”

When she heard that, Latina completely forgot that Sylvia was present. Looking utterly shocked, she stopped and stared at the man.

“Why?” she whispered in a hoarse voice. “Why is Chrysos...”

Latina staggered forward. Sylvia hurriedly grabbed her shoulder. “Latina? Should I go call for somebody?”

“Sylvia...”

Sylvia looked like she didn’t grasp what was going on, and Latina finally realized that she’d been talking in the language of her old home.

At the same time that she remembered Sylvia was there, Latina also looked back at the man, who was now standing back up. When she looked at Sylvia again, she wore a terribly sad expression on her face.

“I’m sorry, Sylvia... I have to go...”

“Latina?”

“Please, don’t tell about what happened today. Or that I went with this man.”

Realizing from Latina’s emphasis that that included even the man she loved most, Sylvia furrowed her brows and frowned. However, she only hesitated for a second before nodding. “Got it.”

“Thank you, Sylvia.”

“You’ll be alright, won’t you?”

“Yeah... I won’t be in danger at all.” Latina stood up and awkwardly smiled. Having waited for her to do so, the man started walking. Maintaining a firm expression on her face, Latina followed after him.

After seeing Latina leave, walking a step behind the unfamiliar man, Sylvia quietly uttered a single word in question. “Chrysos?”

Then, without making a sound, she stood up from her chair.

†

“”

“”

The man was heading towards the western district. Latina didn’t come there often and wasn’t familiar with the area, but she didn’t even think to glance around, and her gaze stayed fixed on the man’s back.

“”

Latina jumped a little upon hearing that. She bit firmly on her lip and looked up at the man. “”

“”

It had been mere coincidence that they had stumbled upon a hint that she was there. The shard of a horn possessed by one of the residents of this town was imbued with the mana of the “princess” who should have been in Vassilios. If the person they were looking for had had something unfortunate happen to her, or the horn had been stolen, the mana about the horn would not be so gentle and warm. So in that case, even if they didn’t know how it had happened, the princess had freely given a shard of her horn to someone else. And despite the long period of time that had passed, the mana still remained pronounced.

At the same time, even though they didn’t know the details, there were rumors about this town of a “Platinum Princess.” The odds of the person they were looking for being here had been far higher than any of the places they’d been to before.

From the way that she was ghastly pale and faintly trembling, it was apparent that Latina was clearly not happy about this chance encounter. But the man thought that there was no helping that. After all, he knew that this “princess” had no intention of appearing before his master again.

The man was also intimately familiar with Guru Smaragdi, who had guided a great number of people, himself included. The guru would surely have given detailed instructions to this princess, his daughter.

The man’s master’s wish was to bring this princess back. However, the princess herself and the guru didn’t want that. This princess was prophesied to bring about disaster, and she didn’t want to harm the nation of Vassilios or its king.

It wasn’t as if the man didn’t have any fears regarding the precious prophecy of disaster the lady oracle had left behind, but his master’s orders took precedence over his own feelings.

His king claimed to not fear the prophecy; therefore, opposing those words would be opposing the very authority of his master—the leader of Vassilios, the Golden King who was like a sun. The king that the whole of the people had anxiously awaited. There was no need to doubt the king’s words, which like light itself would shine the way to a bright future.

The man stopped in front of a manor in the western district. As the western district was a high-class residential area, every building had an elegance to it that those of the rougher southern and eastern districts couldn’t hope to match. But as Latina was used to the hustle and bustle of the cruder parts of town, the quiet nature of the area only amplified her unease.

From the chilly feel about the manor, like it was completely devoid of flame, Latina guessed that it was a vacant house, that nobody lived there. But at the same time, seeing the man insert a key into the door, she realized they must have been using it with permission. This must have been why she hadn’t heard any rumors about devils in the southern district, where travelers tended to gather. Rather than staying at an inn, they were using this manor as a temporary dwelling.

Inside, it was deadly silent.

There was no sense of it being lived in. However, the spaces that were being used had apparently had the dust cleared away. There were no signs of it falling to ruin, either.

Following behind the man, Latina ascended the stairs. He stopped before a stately wooden door at the top, then opened it and let Latina go through. Beyond the wide-open door, a figure stood with their back to the dazzling sunlight coming in through the windows.

Latina stood frozen, so overwhelmed by emotions that she couldn’t even speak. There was no way she could mistake the person she was looking at. That face still had marked features she remembered from when they were young. This person looked identical to how they had during their chance encounter in that other place outside of reality.

“”

“”

Unbefitting of their young appearance, they solemnly used the name Latina had been called in the past. Amongst her now distant memories of when she was little, she knew it as the name she was called by the adults other than her parents.

Before Latina realized it, she was being hugged so tightly that she couldn’t even breathe. She was enveloped in a scent different from her own and those of the people she was close to. With a bewildered look on her face, Latina twisted her body, trying to escape the grasp that was binding her.

“”

“”

“”

With that response, the arms hugging Latina only grew tighter. As if reflecting their owner’s emotions, Chrysos’s eyes grew dark and clouded.

“”

“”

Latina held back the words “wanted to see you.” No matter how much she may have truly felt that way, she couldn’t follow this person back to her old home.

“”

Latina understood. As the king of a nation, entrusted with the whole of the country, one couldn’t so easily head off to other nations. But that hadn’t changed since when they were raised in the depths of the shrine as potential candidates to become king.

Latina had thought that just seeing each other in the space with the thrones was enough. She was satisfied just with having gotten a glimpse at this person who was so precious to her, whom she never thought she’d see again.

But she’d never expected that Chrysos would leave Vassilios and come looking...